Original poetry | a wisp of flowers to soothe time

Text/Ardor

From the ice and snow to the greenery of the streets

Chengdu, a memory does not want to age

The city is waiting for me, and I

But lost in the unfamiliar streets

Qingcheng Mountain, Dujiangyan

The stone walls of Deva are left blank in memory

Walk slowly, slowly miss

Strange eyes are stranger to the scenery

A man is a city

A memory is like a gust of wind

On both sides of The Yellow Dragon Creek, in the old days

Wafting with the fragrance of a wisp of flowers

Outside the car window, the green skyrocketed

Time never goes back

See pandas, taking a lazy nap

They don't understand

Why did you come here from Wolong, after all

They didn't lose their love here